So far she had made not the slightest sound. Nothing. Surely she could not have fallen asleep?
That question was answered a moment later when he tugged down on her bikini bottoms and she raised her bottom in the air to assist him.
Nico had to stop what he was doing and check himself. The ache in his loins was no mere pain. It was torture. Pure torture.
Only when he was certain he had control did he slide the bikini bottoms down her smooth, shapely legs and throw them onto the floor. He pressed a kiss to the small of her back and had to check himself again when a tiny whimper escaped from her throat.
Spreading her legs, he knelt between them and rained kisses all over her back, simultaneously massaging her buttocks, her thighs, her waist, touching every part of her, then returning to knead that glorious bottom.
When his lips reached the base of her neck he traced a finger down the cleft between her buttocks, gratified beyond measure when she raised them again for him. Gently he inserted a finger into her velvet warmth and groaned aloud as he was welcomed into her hot moistness.
Another whimper escaped from her throat.
He clamped a hand on her shoulder and finally turned her over.
The sight that greeted him would be forever etched into his memories.
Rosa’s cheeks were flushed, her eyes dilated. Her plump lips were a screaming invitation to be kissed...
Nico did not need a second invitation.
Stroking the stray strands of hair off her face, he took possession of the soft plumpness.
The first press of his lips to hers scorched him. If it were possible to combust with a kiss, this was the closest any human had come. The fire that burned through him was almost too much to bear, and when he snaked his tongue into the sweetness of her parted lips he almost pulled away, the intensity too much for any mere mortal to handle...
But then one of Rosa’s arms wound around his neck.
Her hand palmed the base of his skull, her fingers scraping through the bristles of his hair, forcing him closer, deepening the kiss, driving away all errant thoughts. He was helpless to do anything but succumb.
He kissed her like a drowning man reaching air, and she responded with the same greedy, furious need, their tongues clashing in a rhythmic duel in which they would both be winners.
Kissing had always been a sop. He had never seen the need for it other than as a means to a greater end.
But he could kiss Rosa for ever—could plunder her mouth with his tongue and lips for eternity. She tasted like nectar.
Her response blew his mind. Her kisses, her touch, all turning the raging burn in his veins into thick lava. She shifted and writhed beneath him, parting her legs, hooking an ankle around his thigh in wordless invitation.
‘Not yet,’ he murmured into her mouth, before breaking away and trailing kisses down the delicate arch of her neck, further down, until he caught a pink puckered nipple in his mouth.
Her helpless moan fired his fervour. Her small hands cradled his scalp, her back arching in response.
Rosa’s breasts were perfection in themselves. Soft and plump and gloriously ripe. He kissed and caressed and sucked and moulded, his free hand trailing down to the mound between her legs, splaying his fingers through damp, downy hair.
He had never been so turned on in his life.
Why, he wondered dimly as he smothered the other glorious nipple with his mouth, did so many women feel the need to display the core of their femininity and turn it into an exhibition? Not Rosa. All of Rosa’s secrets were hidden, waiting to be discovered.
‘Nico, please—I need you inside me.’
Her husky voice was little more than a whimper. And he needed to be inside her too. Forget the long, languorous bout of lovemaking he had envisaged for them. This was too much. He needed her now.
‘Condom.’ That was the only word he could manage. A raging fire was consuming every part of him. He stretched out an arm and snatched the foil wrapper.
Unwilling to break physical contact, still resting between her thighs, he shifted onto his hip. While he ripped the foil with his teeth and unrolled the condom onto an erection that had ever ached more, Rosa wound her arms around his neck and rained kisses down his throat and across his collarbone, her soft lips burning his skin, her teeth nipping at his flesh.
Much more of this and he really would combust.
The condom securely on, Nico wrapped his arms around her tiny waist and pushed her back onto the pillow, possessing her mouth as he positioned himself above the welcoming folds between her legs.
She raised her hips and in one fluid movement he plunged deep into her tight warmth.
Dear sweet heaven...
His eyes flew open to find Rosa’s fixed on him, on her face an expression of heavenly wonder.
He wanted to savour it, to relish the sheer, unadulterated pleasure of the moment. But he could not. He kissed her—a brutal clash of lips and teeth and tongue—and began to move, thrusting as deep inside her as he could go.